Telephones
(I don't think that you know how to act)
(You know how to act)
(Why you keep calling my phone)
(You know how to act)
(Why you keep calling my phone)
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
Telephones couldn't keep us connected
Making ringtones, send 'em to your best friend
Late nights, drop her off in the west end
Follow my lead, Ima set trends
Can I bring along my best friend
Ima bring the liquor that you recommend
Knocking down the door, would you let 'em in
Shawty at the knee like a river bend
I admit it, I love all my girlfriends
My life feel like a goddamn whirlwind
Roll it up, we just gon' keep pearling
Fuck it up and her toes keep curling
Ima keep going until the world ends
We gon keep it pushing, that's a sure thing
Ima shoot the shot until it goes in
Do it till I get perfect
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
In a room with twenty half naked hoes
Twenty of 'em plus me and my bro
Twenty of 'em and they all on go
Surrounded by it, I can't let the shit go
Me and my dawg, we just pulled the same hoe
Pull up to the house, she gon bang bros
Bitch, when I walk my balls hang low
We don't kiss and tell, we just lay low
We just keep the revenue, payload
Hit my phone asking how my days go
My lil' angel got a halo
Ima send her back to San Diego
Lose a couple people on the way up
Hasta luego
I could put you on the payroll
Money bags and bank rolls, ain't enough to save soul
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
(You know how to act)
(Why you keep calling my phone)
(You know how to act)
(Why you keep calling my phone)
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
Telephones couldn't keep us connected
Making ringtones, send 'em to your best friend
Late nights, drop her off in the west end
Follow my lead, Ima set trends
Can I bring along my best friend
Ima bring the liquor that you recommend
Knocking down the door, would you let 'em in
Shawty at the knee like a river bend
I admit it, I love all my girlfriends
My life feel like a goddamn whirlwind
Roll it up, we just gon' keep pearling
Fuck it up and her toes keep curling
Ima keep going until the world ends
We gon keep it pushing, that's a sure thing
Ima shoot the shot until it goes in
Do it till I get perfect
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
In a room with twenty half naked hoes
Twenty of 'em plus me and my bro
Twenty of 'em and they all on go
Surrounded by it, I can't let the shit go
Me and my dawg, we just pulled the same hoe
Pull up to the house, she gon bang bros
Bitch, when I walk my balls hang low
We don't kiss and tell, we just lay low
We just keep the revenue, payload
Hit my phone asking how my days go
My lil' angel got a halo
Ima send her back to San Diego
Lose a couple people on the way up
Hasta luego
I could put you on the payroll
Money bags and bank rolls, ain't enough to save soul
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
Every time you calling my phone
I can feel it pulling me back
I'm asking would you leave me alone
I don't think that you know how to act
Right now I'm just chillin' at the crib
We can bring 'em in and out the back
There ain't nothing going on
So you can get the fuck off my jack
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Writer(s): Taylor Spoon
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